Running into Love
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“Have a good night, Mrs. Thompson,” I say as I head to the door with my stuff, saying a silent prayer as I put on my coat that Levi is able to find Tamara’s mother alive and well.
Hearing my cell phone ring, I drop the book I’ve been reading to my lap and pick the phone up quickly. “Levi?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask, glancing at the clock, seeing that it is already after two in the morning.
“Yeah, just wanted to tell you to go to sleep.”
“How did you know I wasn’t asleep when you called?” I smile, rubbing the top of Muffin’s head when she drops onto my lap on top of the book resting there.
“Were you?”
“Well, no.” I sigh. I hate when he’s working late at night, and after today it’s even worse.
“You need to sleep, baby.”
“I know,” I agree, but it’s hard to find sleep when he’s not in bed with me. “Have you found anything out?”
“Nothing yet. What are you wearing?”
“Your shirt.”
I can hear the smile in his voice when he mutters, “My girl misses me.”
“Yes, I do, so please be safe and come home soon.”
“I will, baby. I’ve got one more stop, then I’ll be home. We sleeping at mine?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there soon. Go to sleep, gorgeous.”
“Night, Levi,” I murmur, then drop my cell to the bedside table and put my book away before flipping off my light. I lie there awake for another hour until he finally gets home and crawls into bed with me.
Chapter 13
PLAIN OL’ IN LOVE
FAWN
Waking to the smell of coffee, I roll to my stomach, lift my head toward the clock, and frown when I see it’s only seven. Levi always sleeps late on the weekends, and last night—just like the three nights before—he didn’t get in until after midnight, so I know he must be tired. Doing a stretch, I roll out of bed and grab my dad’s old flannel shirt from the back of the door. Slipping it on over my tank top and sleep boxers, I head for the bathroom and clean up, then make my way back through the bedroom and open the door. Levi is sitting on his couch, shirtless, wearing a pair of sleep pants with his laptop open in front of him on the coffee table.
“Morning, baby.” He grins as I crawl into his lap and cuddle against his chest.
“Morning.” I press my lips against his neck, then turn to see what he’s doing on his computer, but he minimized whatever he was looking at. “You’re up early.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he says as his fingers run over the top of my bare thigh, causing a tingle to slide through me.
“Have you gotten any new leads?” I ask the same question I’ve been asking him every day for the last few days.
“Nothing new.”
“That’s not good. Have you guys been able to question Juan?” I lean back to see his face.
“He’s MIA and no one’s talking. I have a couple informants that are checking into things, but I’m not sure they will be able to find anything more than I can.”
“Do you think that maybe Tamara’s mother is on drugs or something?” I ask hopefully. I know that wouldn’t be good, but it would be better than her being dead.
“There is always a possibility that she could be b—”
“What?” I cut him off when he breaks off and his body gets tight with tension under mine.
“What I’m about to tell you stays between us, do you understand that?” he asks quietly but firmly. I know I won’t like what he tells me very much.
“Yes.” I nod, and he adjusts me until I’m straddling him, then takes my face between his large palms.
“Juan is my main suspect in the murders of two other women. Both were from his stable. Both were known to be in relationships with him prior to their deaths.” Swallowing down the sudden bile that rises to the back of my throat, I close my eyes. “I’m not saying that’s what happened to Tamara’s mother, but with her missing and his history, it’s likely that she could be one of his victims.
“My poor girl,” I whisper, and he brushes a soft kiss over my lips.
“Don’t give up hope,” he demands, running the pads of his thumbs along the underside of my jaw. “She may turn up—she may be hiding from him. All we know right now is that she’s missing.”
“I know,” I agree as a sinking feeling fills the pit of my stomach. I don’t know how Tamara will deal with the loss of her mother if she doesn’t turn up. I can’t imagine having to go through something like that at her age. I just pray she’s strong enough to get through whatever happens.
“Do you feel up to a run?” he asks, and I look out the window. Winter has hit New York, and it’s not only cold, but also it snowed yesterday evening, turning everything white except the sidewalks that have been cleared.
“Actually, yeah,” I say knowing a run will help me clear my head, which is probably the reason he’s suggesting it.
“Up you go.” He taps my thigh before helping me stand. “We’ll stop for breakfast at the diner on the way back.”
“Sounds good to me.” I give him a quick kiss when he pulls me in, and then head for his room, where most of my clothes have ended up in the last week. Actually, I don’t even remember the last time I was over at my place. We have just kind of fallen into a routine of staying at his apartment.
After putting on running gear, we head out, leaving Muffin behind—not that she’s upset about it. She didn’t even want to go out to use the bathroom, which wasn’t surprising, but Levi forced her to while I was getting ready.
I don’t listen to music like I normally do; I just run in pace with Levi, listening to his controlled breathing. By the time we are done, I’m starving and freezing, so I’m a little more excited than usual to go eat. As we make our way toward the diner hand in hand, my stomach growls, and Levi smiles down at me.
“Hungry?”
“Very.” I smile back as he pushes open the door to the restaurant. Finding an empty booth, I slide in, and just like always, he slides in next to me.
“What can I get you two?” a waitress asks, and I look up at her while blowing on the tips of my ice-cold fingers.
“Two coffees, please,” Levi says.
As she walks off, she nods, muttering, “Got it.”
“Still cold?” he asks, grabbing my hands and holding them between his warm ones.
“Yes, I knew it would be cold, but I didn’t think it would be that cold out,” I say, feeling a little dizzy as he puts the tips of my fingers against his mouth, blowing on them.
“I know something that could warm you up.” He winks, and my stomach dips.
“I bet you do.” I laugh, and he smiles and kisses me softly, then moves away when the waitress sets two cups of coffee in front of us.
“Do you know what you’d like to order?” she questions, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen.
“She’ll have the chocolate chip pancakes, and I’ll have the hungry man’s breakfast,” Levi tells her. She jots down our orders on her pad, then takes off again.
“How did you know that’s what I wanted?”
“Babe, you order the same thing every time we come here, unless it’s after eleven. Then you get a turkey club.”
“I’m kinda boring.”
“You’re perfect,” he says, turning to look at me, and I notice his eyes are soft. “You’re perfect for me,” he continues, then leans in, resting his forehead to mine. “I love waking up to you and coming home to you at night.” Oh god.
“I love that, too,” I agree quietly as my stomach fills with butterflies.
“How would you feel about moving in with me?”
My mouth goes dry, and I blink at him, wondering if I just heard him correctly. “Pardon?”
“It doesn’t make sense for you to pay rent for a place you’re never at.” That’s true, but moving in together is not a step forward—it’s a giant leap.